Kaz and Inej, back in Ketterdam.

Instead of talking Marta through evading investigators, Ransom goes for the path of least resistance. It leads straight to the courthouse.

The planet Mon Mothma sent them to was supposed to be uninhabited and safe. It's only one of those things.

Adventures in keeping power in a country that would rather you stepped down, or: Prunella still has a few tricks up her sleeve.

Jack gets sick. Phryne puts him in her bed.

Parker and Hardison pretend to be married for a job.

Distantly, she hears footsteps approaching, and looks up in hope, praying that it’s the paramedics arriving–but it’s just Higgins, shockingly normal in his suit and tie, asking, “Rebecca, someone heard shouting–” and then he sees Rebecca crouched over Ted’s prone body and gasps, the file folder in his hand fluttering to the floor.

“Leslie,” Rebecca chokes out, “Ted’s collapsed, I need you to go downstairs and wait for the ambulance.”

“Yes, yes,” Higgins stutters, “But–”

“Go,” Rebecca orders, and Higgins stumbles over his own feet, rushing out of her office.

(Futurefic, set seven years after s1.)

“Tell me Mr. Holmes, what can you tell me about myself? Or better yet, can you tell me how I appeared in John’s bedroom without walking past you in the sitting room first?”

At Blackmoor Gwen waits, without her bridegroom.

In Egypt, Antony and Cleopatra share their recollections of a dead man. Then things get competitive.